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a child's chest can only take so many hits before it caves
the exact same way a human should only inflict what they can take
I walked slow afraid to break, talked slower. afraid I'd wake... them
a child's chest can only take so many hits before it caves
the exact same way a human should only inflict what they can take
he walked slow afraid to break, talked slower. afraid he'd wake... them

Back to the wall, knuckles bleeding
fighting himself & a life worth leaving
trapped in a cell he backs up and yells
the fact of his hell is that it's not his
its a forced image, a gimmick
he's being forced to live it
he's a fake, an impostor
pains delivered best in the breath of his father
a mother, with no supportive system
clean U.A.'s but they still claim, he shoves it in him
it bugs and like venom
the stress pumps out, the heart beat
a lions courage but the smarts weak
tears found a home on his scared cheek
I'm not talking about guns when i say he knew how to spark heat
but he cant find his way punch drunk alone on a dark street
he knew bruises and blood like raw meat
the survival type but even angels loose their wings
and evil changes every thing people angles can be damaging

a child's chest can only take so many hits before it caves
the exact same way a human should only inflict what they can take
I walk slow afraid to break, talk slower. afraid I'll wake... them
a child's chest can only take so many hits before it caves
the exact same way a human should only inflict what they can take
I walk slow afraid to break, talk slower. afraid I'll wake... them

he's punched and kicked, filled up with
everyone else failed ambitions and what they missed
the stomach twists hanging on a noose composed of their shit
invoked by the split lips and cut open skin
he's hopeless again, deaths slow motion with hope in the wind
imaginations dancing over tombstones broken with in
gun smoke with a grin hes choking the win
giving up is just a state of mind
he recites it to himself one last time
I'm doing this for you, I'm moving all of this to prove
that one human can do, anything
its true because I'm stuck remembering everything
i am he like he is you, dismembering
himself from all reality
his death hurts like an ignored cavity
hes not a victim but a casualty, the fallacy
of living lavishly transformed his agony into tragedy
what he wrote weighs on my mind more than gravity:

a child's chest can only take so many hits before it caves
the exact same way a human should only inflict what they can take
I walk slow afraid to break, talk slower. afraid I'll wake them
i wish there was something i could do to change but the strange thing is
I'm okay with leaving, ill help them more, when they're grieving
I'll serve a better person gone, than i ever will existing.



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